Lizzie stared out at the horizon wondering where everything went wrong. The chaos of everything that had happened in such a small amount of time hasn't seemed to set in yet.
On one side of things, she was now officially 18 years old. Officially an adult, which was something she'd been looking forward to for so long. But without Josie, it wasn't the same.
On the other, the Necromancer was finally dead after many failed attempts.
But so was Josie, who died in the attempt to defeat him the first time. All because of a miscalculation.
Lizzie felt a bitter smile appear on her face. Losing Josie had destroyed them all, but it also gave them the strength to win. But was it worth it?
When Josie died, Lizzie felt like the last part of herself that was stable collapsed.
It was like she didn't know who she was anymore. And her dad was of no help. All he did nowadays was get blackout drunk.
Not that Lizzie could blame him. He lost his daughter, but Lizzie still needed her dad. Maybe that was why she was going off the rails?
And let's not forget the fact that Lizzie had a ton of blood on her hands from all the fights against the Necromancer but she couldn't find it in herself to care.
They were nothing to her...
They stood in her way of revenge and she couldn't stand for that.
A part of her knew that there was something wrong with her but when wasn't there?
She remembered the conversation she overheard of Emma talking to her dad.
Ms. Tig had apparently been watching her very closely, which let's be real, she was stalking her.
Anyways, apparently, when Lizzie lost her sister, something in her mind broke and she essentially turned off her emotions as a way to cope.
Wasn't that wonderful?
Lizzie didn't fucking know what that meant. How can someone turn their emotions off? Since when was that a thing? Sure, vampires could do it but she wasn't a vampire.
From what she could understand, the last bit of empathy she had left said peace out.
Also, Lizzie's so-called dark side was now very apparent.
And to quote Ms. Tig's diagnosis, "Lizzie finds causing pain in others to be an outlet or release ". Although she wanted to, Lizzie couldn't deny that.
Seeing as barely a week ago, Lizzie snapped Alyssa Chang's arm for simply mentioning Josie and the pain she caused did make her feel better.
And could anyone really blame her? It was like watching the person you despise most, getting what they deserve.
To the relief of the other, Hope had been there to calm her down before she did something far worse. Like ending her miserable existence.
Speaking of Hope. It was obvious that she was struggling with everything that had happened.
Not that Lizzie could blame her. Hope lost Landon - Malivore's a bitch and once the two were no longer attached - Landon was dead. This all happened right after Josie was killed, so Hope was not having a good time.
Let's also not forget Hope's hero complex that was devastated that she couldn't protect Josie or Landon. This, of course, led to her attaching herself at the hip to Lizzie herself.
Most likely because she was terrified that she wouldn't be able to protect her as well.
Lizzie sighed, breathing in the fresh air.
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Begin Again
FanfictionLizzie Saltzman wasn't sure what to do anymore. Her sister was dead as a result of the stupid war with the Necromancer. And she was stuck in a standstill until she accidentally makes a wish on a shooting star and now has to redo shit. Now she could...